The Fuzzy Bunny

I drove all over the New Hampshire portion of the upper valley of the Connecticut River today, through tons of tiny towns and forests and mountains to visit selectman and tax maps as part of my internship. I headed back to the office, just south of Hanover, NH, and as I headed down the side road to the office...a bear walked right in front of me. This may be another thing that is exciting to no one but me, but I've never seen a wild bear before. It was one of those things where I didn't trust my eyes for a few seconds. But it was adorable, and it looked around as it came out of the brush on the side of the road, then loped across to the other side, presumably to get a drink from the creek down in the ravine on the other side of the road. My mom is still holding out for a moose siting, but I'm happy finding a bear (however, I'd feel a lot better if it wasn't getting so close to cars/areas habitated by people as I know how freaked out people get about large animals, and I'd like to see the bears survive. practice tolerance!)